Ten.One Thousand, Three Hundred & Seventy-Five
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Already Monday.
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Frost fan.
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Bacon and scrambled eggs for the first time in weeks. Coffee. Orange juice. A proper breakfast.
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Journaling in a bright red notebook.
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The fog is lingering and everything is soft and quiet and beautiful. Deep gratitude.
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We ride in silence.
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Third cup of decaf. Feeling caught up.
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No time to make the ginger ice cream.
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Baseball. Golden light. They walk to the A&W with a $10 bill. We lose.
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No one seems to be hungry.